Lioness AKA IRISH for Saturday, November 8, 2008

There’s a cold wind blowing the stars tonight, Mysteries hiding behind gusting clouds… Sometimes life it a puzzle, waiting to be solved, Often a kaleidoscope full of wondrous visions, Illusion sometimes confusing, can also inspire, Never know which way the wind will blow, Rather close your eyes,... Sign in to see full entry.

Kids still asleep, need to wake up, Hungry, it’s cold made some oatmeal, Last time I’m calling you, getting late, Here’s more fresh coffee dear, So you don’t fall asleep, Is your report done, Your time called in hon… Rushing up and down stairs, In and out, forgot keys, please, Shut door, cold out... Sign in to see full entry.